a dream that felt real was awkward. it was an Asian army and their uniforms were socks and the knocked on my door and chased me and my brothers through the house.
The worst pre-race jitters usually hit during warm-ups, when you're going through your drills and feeling the energy of the crowd. But for me, the fear was different. It hit when I opened my track bag and saw nothing but dirty clothes. My spikes were gone. I tore everything out, throwing it around the grass. My brand-new, broken-in track spikes were nowhere to be found. It was my first high school district meet as a freshman, and I was running the 100-meter. The gun was going to go off in less than twenty minutes. ive never worn anything else
A special object to me is my lavender and aqua new balance track spikes. I've had them half of my career so far and I have to run with those specifically. if I don't I wont be able to reach my top end speed during the race. they have bible verses on them and #LLE and #LLP for my baby brother and my grandfather and they also have my girlfriends initials on them.
I think a time was when the told me I couldn't play flag football because football was for boys. they didn't want teach me either. so I learned all by myself everything I needed to know. i ended up becoming the #1 player in ga going into high school..I then received multiple scholarships and all. it payed off once they saw it did they started putting money into it. today was a chill day we did the map your past thing out from the story we read.
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